Silly Stuff

Photographs from Stacey’s birthday have been posted. Juanito’s had the best Mexican food I’ve had in a while. After dinner, we drove clear across New Jersey into Philadelphia to play games at Dave and Busters.

I just got back from having dinner at my father’s girlfriend’s house, with my father, his girlfriend (for lack of a term that sounds better), her two sons, a friend of the sons, and two of their neighbors. Discussions centered around the one son and his friend’s experiences in the Naval ROTC at their respective schools as well as the Naval experiences of the neighbor. And, as with any Jewish dinner conversation (to clarify, neither the dinner nor the conversation was particularly Jewish — but the people were most definitely), it led towards the discussion of marriage.

It is the college-aged son’s opinion that all the Jewish girls at his school are there just to look for husbands… and potentially rich husbands at that. There were some disagreements on this topic, but everyone seemed to agree that once you’re out of college, it gets exponentially more difficult to meet people with whom you have common interests. Oh, and one of the neighbors chimed in with: “Well, if you’re going to marry, you might as well marry well,” in reference to the girls’ search for potentially rich husbands.

I think I’m too much of a mieskeit (or just too poor) to ever marry.

It wasn’t supposed to snow today. Even though people told me it would, I didn’t believe them. Even though weather.com told me it would, I didn’t believe them. Oh well, I can admit when I’m wrong. It was such a beautiful weekend, it just wasn’t supposed to be winter again.

Don’t worry, Britney. I’m not offended that you didn’t invite me to your wedding in Las Vegas. I was a little hurt at first, but now I’m over it. After all, you probably didn’t even plan it in advance. In fact, you may not even know yet that you are married, considering it’s likely that you’re still reeling with a hangover from the drunken stupor you must have been in that night. Well, when you wake up, I’m sure the whole world will let you know what happened, Mrs. Britney Alexander. <grin> … or maybe <groan> is more appropriate.

Now if you excuse me, and I hope you don’t mind, the Democratic debate is on and I have to decide which of these guys I’m going to vote for in the nearly futile attempt to claim back this country…

Update on Britney: Looks like she woke up.

I’m practically falling asleep at my desk. I can’t stay focused on my work or anything else for that matter. I don’t understand how pepole can continuously be at their best with only three hours of sleep. I can’t do it. Tonight won’t be much better. I have a case review to write for class as well as some other assignments. Work + School – Sleep – Exercise = Unhealthy, as far as I can tell.

This article is interesting if only for the fact that it is an article about marching band shoes (yes, that’s right, shoes, not shows) that happened to appear in the New York Times of all places.

This November 22 marks 40 years after John F. Kennedy was killed (or assassinated, as they like to say). November 23 will be 40 years after the first episode of Doctor Who was aired on the BBC. It was the first television show that station aired after broadcasting news continuously. Speaking of Doctor Who, it’s on its way back as a new series for BBC.

A gaming magazine rounded up nine children, ages 9 to 12, and sat them down in front of classic arcade and console video games. Some of their comments were pretty intelligent. Here’s what they had to say. Link from Kottke.

I don’t desire to be famous across the world. I just want something named after me.

Now here is something only I will find funny (and that is still under debate): What is the difference between a basset hound and basset clarinet?

One is a dog that howls and makes otherwise unpleasant sounds, and the other is a canid.

One female cat and one male cat and their offspring can result in
420,000 kittens in 7 years.

Source: People for Animals